Traps and Orioles

"Not good, Ancestor!"

Changsun Buhuo's face went deathly pale. The Body Integration Realm cultivators had already unleashed their mana and charged at Linghu Xian. How could ordinary cultivators compare to the speed of Body Integration Realm cultivators? In an instant, they had entered Old Lord Valley.

Yet the situation changed in the blink of an eye. Changsun Buhuo and the other Void Refinement Realm cultivators were in the second wave and had yet to charge into Old Lord Valley when the vanished grand formation reappeared. The nine dragon phantoms also emerged outside the formation once more, radiating powerful auras.

Changsun Buhuo unwillingly stared at the many cultivators already trapped within Old Lord Valley's formation. From the Li Family's side came the furious roar of the Painting Ancestor, Dongfang Xuan: "Fall back!" A dragon phantom bearing the aura of a half-step Body Integration cultivator roared toward Changsun Buhuo. Her expression changed, and she could only follow Dongfang Xuan's example and issue a sharp command.

"Retreat!!!"

Cries to retreat rang out one after another. The nine dragon phantoms flaunted their might outside the formation as the cultivators of the three prefectures, who had been on the verge of charging into Old Lord Valley, abruptly stopped and unwillingly withdrew. Once they understood what had happened, the cultivators filling the skies were all pale-faced, left helplessly outside the formation.

"It's over... It's all over."

The Xuanyuan Family's patriarch, Xuanyuan Yuanhua, was a youthful-looking cultivator. Holding a four-foot azure ring-bladed saber that radiated murderous intent, he stared at the reappeared formation around Old Lord Valley. His mind went blank, and he nearly fell from the clouds to the ground.

Now, all the great powers of their three prefectures were inside Old Lord Valley, having plainly fallen into a trap.

How could cultivators below the Body